Lyrics

You got me working right down to the bone Making cents and making sense, and I can't seem to grow Guess it's time to go out on my own I'd rather hit the streets than be the person that you own [Chorus] What you got Just ain't hot What you got The suckers bought What you got Just ain't hot What you got Is what? [Outro] What you got Just ain't hot What you got Is what I'm not What you got Is what I'm not Oh, what you got Is wha—